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without true love

Contributed by hardcoreputa on Sunday, 4th May 2003 @ 05:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

i remember when my love was so clear,
when i couldnt stand it when he wasn't there.
and so to this man i gave myself,
but with him, it wasn't even about wealth.
so all was well 'till one horrid day,
when i learned that marrage was the only way.
for i come from a poor family,
who gave me to bayardo for money.
at that all my hopes died,
but thats just the start of why i cried.
for later i Angela Vicario,
wed the rich bayardo.
and on that night, shame filled the sky,
everyone wanted to know who? when? why?
so i uttered his name, santiago Nasar,
at that the twins left to avenge my honour.
the death of my love and for what i dont know,
and thats where my life was the lowest of low.
the only man i have left is Bayardo, san Roman,
to get him back i write him everyday i can,
i'm not sure if its love, or the only one left now,
but i'll get him back, someday, somehow.

Copyright © hardcoreputa ... [ 2003-05-04 05:05:00]
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Re: without true love (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Sunday, 4th May 2003 @ 06:38:32 AM AEST
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i have not read the book, but your poem is wonderful and makes me want to
Shari

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